Rail (an acrostic poem)

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Reaching from one horizon to the other

A pair of dull gray arms hug the hard-compacted earth underneath

Iron spikes cement the bond of their timeless relationship

Lasting valentine to the age of steam

Soft (an acrostic poem)

 

She cuddled up in my arms

Obscuring my face with her long hair

For a second I thought I would complain

Then I realized what I had and my heart grew…

 

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Pout (an acrostic poem)

 

Putting her lip out as far as it could go as the arms cross in front

Observe the slight tremble at the corner of her left eye where a tear threatens

Unless I am mistaken she has perfected the pose

The only question is how long till I capitulate?

 

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Flying (an acrostic poem)

Floating through the air

Laughing with unadulterated joy

Yielding finally to gravity, you fell

Into my waiting arms

Now you soar without me needing to catch you

God, I miss that job

 

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Pretty (a 100 word story)

Lincoln believed he was very confident in who he was, but still had this aching desire to be called pretty by someone.  Hell, anyone.  He was called many things, but never that magical word.

Finally, after a long time of searching everywhere, he finally heard the words, “You are pretty, Lincoln.”  It put such a huge smile on his face.

He wished he could have hugged the man in the mirror who said it, but instead he wrapped his arms around himself.  It might not be much, but it was a start.

He had to be the first to believe.

 

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Failure (an acrostic poem)

Focused on the goal of winning it all

Alison forgot about her competition

It was near the end of the race and she was by herself

Letting her guard down she started to think about the finish line

Usually she didn’t have this luxury, but all that hard training was paying off

Ready to celebrate she slowed down and lifted her arms victoriously

Everyone gasped as Stacy burst past, leaving Alison stunned and in second

 

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